A Place for September Song

September Song

When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth take a couple of whirls
While I plied her with tears in lieu of pearls
And as time came around she came my way
As time came around, she came

CPW at Pat O'Brien's in the Big Easy on New Year's Eve 1970

When you meet with the young girls early in the Spring
You court them in song and rhyme
They answer with words and a clover ring
But if you could examine the goods they bring

They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And the plentiful waste of time of day
A plentiful waste of time

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short when you reach September
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I'll spend with you
These precious days I'll spend with you

            Lyrics by Maxwell Anderson

 CPW

A Place "to go"

Ah Sun-flower!

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, 

Who countest the steps of the Sun: 

Seeking after that sweet golden clime 

Where the travellers journey is done. 

Where the Youth pined away with desire, 

And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 

Arise from their graves and aspire, 

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

            -William Blake (1757-1827)

"Beam me up, Scottie!"

CPW

A Place to Hang Loose

Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing clouds that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden king-cup fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:
So this winged hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

            - Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882)   

We attempt to “hang loose” at Merry Mount and for most of the time we succeed. We are attentive to all signs that would encourage us to stay calm and stay in the moment.

Beginning on September 10, 2019, the annual dragonfly swarm emerged at Merry Mount.  In folklore, dragonflies symbolize good luck, purity, harmony and prosperity. Some cultures advocate focusing on one’s innermost desires and thoughts when visited by a dragonfly.

As Autumn approaches, we invite you to join us as we will look for opportunities to “hang loose”.

CPW